A little bit photographic, pornographic, and at times narcissistic.

A little bit of conversation, emotion and action.

A little bit geeky, sexy, freaky, and sometimes lovely.
A whole lot of something.
June 19, 2013

foxmouth:

The Halted Traveller, 2012

“The term ‘halted traveller’ is usually associated with German romantic painters like Caspar David Friedrich, to describe a person seen from behind facing a lanscape. The lonely wanderer appears to have been halted by the view of the landscape.

This implies to us as a viewer that there is perhaps more to the landscape than we see. One can also identify with the figure. His posture invites you to imagine what he feels facing this landscape in front of his and your eyes.”

by Damien Rayuela

(Source: foxmouth, via perfectly-lonely)

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
Sylvia Plath (via wordsthat-speak)

(via perfectly-lonely)

June 18, 2013

It’s so much more sad when you’re (I’m) aware of your own sadness.

June 16, 2013

sfux:

i feel like people who eat breakfast really have their lives together

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June 15, 2013

(Source: dopecheftv, via spanktime)

I used to be a dreamer. I don’t know if I still am.

I used to dream of happy things, and now all I can see are harsh realities.

I feel that I’m just watching from the sidelines. Watching other people live my dreams. I don’t envy them. I mean: I do envy them, but the sadness (of the realization that the things they are experiencing wont happen to me) is greater than the envy, which makes me forget about being jealous.

And it’s not like I choose to be envy. I really don’t want to be envious of them. But these are dreams I’ve wanted and dreamt for so long.

So I’m left sad. Lonely, and with envy.

There are dreams that cannot be.

June 13, 2013